Modesty No More FINALE by Hawk

[PhilMarlowe]

Modesty No More FINALE by Hawk

Having more naked bodies in the hall should take some focus off of her, at least until tomorrow, when their sentences would be up. Emily was uninterested in their humiliation however, she picked up her backpack and left the office before any of them were even naked. She headed to mythology, in search of answers. She arrived in class, covering her modesty and sitting at her desk. She knew everyone was staring at her, the sight of a naked girl must never get old for them. She focused on the humiliation, making sure to remember every detail of it to not black out again. Begrudgingly, she took one hand off her breast and raised it.
“Sorry if this is off topic, a few days ago we talked about an old tale about a potion falling from the sky. What was the moral of that story again?” Everyone in the room stared at her while she talked. She brought all of the attention onto herself, and quickly put her hand back onto her breast amid the gazes of the room.
“Oh it was an old tale to empower women, don’t worry it won’t be on the test.” It wasn’t a very good answer. And probably not worth the extra torment she put on herself. With the embarrassment raining down on her, she accepted the answer and let the teacher continue. But if empowerment was what the bottle gave, it surely wasn’t that way for Emily. There must have been something else.

In the hall, Emily kept her head up. Despite the constant spotlight on her, she wanted to see if she ran into any of the other students. Maybe they were in the same situation as her. She regretted leaving the office earlier, maybe talking to them would have given her some insight.
“Come on! Do something hot,” a boy shouted at her. She stopped and looked at him. Maybe he could provide some kind of solution. Emily walked towards him and spoke.
“You know there's more people naked today? At least three other girls.”
“Well they probably aren’t like you. You like getting off in front of people.” His words stung. They weren’t true at all but the videos said otherwise. She always had a huge smile on her face in them, of course he wouldn’t understand the situation. A terrifying thought popped into her head. When she blacked out yesterday, what had she done? There must be more videos. Morbidly curious, she inquired about it from him.
“Do you have the videos from yesterday?”
“Uhh yeah everyone does probably.”
“Show them to me,” she said almost demandingly.
“You want to watch yourself masturbate?’ Emily's body heated up. How much more desperate could she have sounded she wondered. Everyone in school thought of her as just a slut by now but she wanted to know what she did yesterday in case it could spark her memory. She couldn’t even zone out, no matter what she had to remain aware. And o she played he part. She exposed herself, moving her hands off her privates and held them out to show she wanted to hold his phone.
“..Y-yes.. I w-would like that.”

The hall emptied out besides Emily and this boy as she spent time looking through every picture he had of her. Some photos she could recall when they were taken. Like the one of her ass in the hall while she covered up. Some she did not remember like the ones where she was pleasuring herself. This was far more important than math, Emily moved onto watching the videos. The first one she was spread eagle, on a table in front of a health class. She looked humiliated and ashamed in the video and the memory of it happening came back fresh in her mind. But it continued far longer than what she could remember. Her expression morphed in a few seconds from shame to glee. This is what happened after she blacked out? I thought he said no phones allowed? He really must not have been paying attention. The teacher was talking about her vagina, speaking about each part and carefully trying to point to them without touching. Suddenly, Emily's own hands came into view, spreading her pussy open wide in front of the class and cheerfully asking, “Does this help?’ She felt sick. How could she have really done that? The video stopped, Emly quickly scrolled to the next one, taken not long after the first one ended it appeared. She had moved onto slowly stroking her pussy in the video. The teacher's voice was gone. Emily Watched herself give a wink to the camera. Mortifying. Why was she doing this? The teacher returned soon, and Emily’s eyes followed him in the video, widening as he got closer. She took her hand off herself and reached out of screen, then bringing back into the shot a clear dildo.

The boy spoke meekly, she had forgotten that he was there, a dangerous move. He said, “Hey I gotta get to class..” Emily rolled her eyes. Was he really going to go to class instead of stare at her nudity? She thought that would be enough to let her keep the phone as long as she needed. “Can I have my phone back?” She considered it, pausing the video, she knew where it would go next anyways. Would she really get any more info out of this phone? There was only a small chance but she had to take it. She had all the videos right in front of her. If there was anything to learn from them, now was the time. She thought quickly, turning around, and sticking her butt to him.
“You could touch if you’d like?.” Was this really her? How could she do something like that and willingly let someone grope her ass? Was she going to black out again? With a pounding heart and racing mind she continued watching the video.

She had inserted the dildo in herself. With a smile, she kept masturbating with it. Her own pussy soaking wet, and covering the dildo with cum, she pounded herself, and then reached down with her other hand to touch her clit and spread her vagina wide. She made eye contact again with the camera, and therefore herself, and let out a deep breath and gentle moan while climaxing. She had made sure she gave the camera a good view. Unbelievable. Everyone in school watched this? Her heart sunk to its lowest point yet. And then jumped back up. That boy finally put a hand on her ass and startled her. He must've given up on getting his phone back soon and figured he'll take what he could get. She did offer it to him after all. Emily swiped to the next video.

It was her in the hall with that boy that grabbed her. Many people were in the shot with her holding her leg up, putting her into a standing split. Tons of hands were groping her. Many pulling on her tits, and one just about everywhere you could imagine, including her vagina. She watched as strangers rubbed her pussy and groped her body until she came again. And again. And again in the middle of the hall. They slowly dispersed and let her onto her feet. But her legs were too shaky after the orgasm to hold her. She fell on her ass with a thud and laid down in the hall. The camera man got closer to the soles of her feet which were completely clean despite walking barefoot in the halls. Her toes still wiggling and curling swiftly before someone grabbed her ankle and spread her legs slightly to show in the video that she was still rubbing her own pussy. Her own orgasm was signalled by how much she was moving her feet until eventually they stretched completely out and remained like that for a second.

Emily wished she didn’t see the videos at all. They provided no answers, just further adding to the humiliation by knowing what she did. She kept watching anyways. Another video showed her giving away her clothes on the bus and masturbating again. More showed her in class, rubbing her clit while the teacher wasn’t looking. Nothing but shame. The kid whose phone she was holding suddenly reached up and grabbed her tits from behind her. Unfazed, Emily only pushed his hands away and handed him back his phone. She had no shame left. Completely broken, she walked back to class, covering the body that everyone had already seen. For the rest of the day, she only focused on staying attentive and not blacking out. She accepted her fate and figured all she could do now was minimize the damage. As long as she didn’t black out again it would be.

On her way to last period she saw one of the girls from earlier in the vp’s office. A huge crowd had gathered around her and followed her to the same bench that Emily saw herself in the video from the first day. She walked over, was she doing what Emily thought she was? She looked through the crowd and this girl. Both of her legs were above her head, and both of her hands were on her vagina, pleasuring herself like Emily had done. She couldn’t believe it, this girl was the same as her. What was going on tho? She was clearly in the same trance that Emily went into so she spoke up.
“Why are you doing that? Aren’t you embarrassed?” The girl spoke back.
“Of course.”
“Then don't do that..”
“Soon I won’t be. Then I’ll stop. Why don’t you help me with this," signalling towards her bald, wet pussy. She continued, "Aren’t you embarrassed too?”
Emily wasn’t sure what to make of her words. She turned around and walked from the crowd that was now booing with disappointment that she didn’t join in. What was she talking about? Was she really the same as her? She pondered it for the rest of the day. In last period it was all that was on her mind. In the hall it was all she could think about. Outside she waited for the bus and mulled it over more. She had almost forgot to get dressed at the end of the day but soon she was home with her clothes on. She started planning for school tomorrow.

For the last time this week, The bell rang, and thus, school started. It was colder than it had been all week, but despite that, Emily stood outside for a moment. Late again, as usual. Funnily enough this program she had gotten herself into was supposed to treat her tardiness, but on the last day, it was clear that it wasn’t working. Emily had carefully thought over what had happened these past few days. Her mind was in pieces still, but time had run out. Whatever plan she had come up with to cure her of this infliction, she had to implement today. Her plan wasn’t one that she was thrilled about, or even sure it would work. No, it was worse than unsure, it was a complete guess. She gambled on this plan, figuring if it worked she would be free, but if it didn’t then what difference could it possibly make at this point? She stepped inside, focusing hard to not let it take over her body, she marched to the vp’s office. There was no one inside. Only a note on the desk. It read, “Emily, when you show up, feel free to leave your clothes on the desk. I had important business to take care of. Make sure you come see before you leave today”. She tossed the note back onto the desk, dropped her backpack to the ground, and began lifting her shirt over her head. She undressed slowly thinking about her plan to free herself. Just thinking about left a knot in her stomach, and undressing in school wasn’t getting any easier, even in an empty room, and even with the knowledge that there was nothing left to hide. She folded her clothes neatly on the desk, and funnily enough hid her underwear under her shirt. She stepped into the hall, backpack on her back, and her hands at her sides, she walked to class.

Willingly leaving herself uncovered was uncomfortable to say the least. The easiest part of her plan was already making her feel embarrassed. Sweating nervously, she entered mythology class. As she opened the door, she felt the immediate gazes of everyone in class. She almost instinctively moved her hands to cover herself but managed to keep them at bay. She sat down, basking in the humiliation. Everyone already thought she was a lut but playing the part proved to be more difficult. The teacher droned on, her words not making any impact on Emily or the rest of the class for that matter. When should sh start her plan? Now? Her heart raced at the thought but ultimately she couldn’t do it, at least not yet. Thats right, the hall would be a much better place to start anyways. She had convinced herself to wait but putting it off only put her at more risk. Instead, she decided to listen to what the teacher was saying.
“There is no right or wrong answer here. However you perceive the myth is right. As long as you take the time to think it over and come up with a good meaning, that’s right in my book”. Typical teacher talk, but still, the words were somehow slightly motivating. Class ended forty minutes later. As everyone was leaving, they watched Emily. She tried to remain stoic on the outside despite being a wreck on the inside. Her hands remained at her side, and her body remained exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure.

The time was now to start her plan. The hallway was crowded with kids staring at Emily’s nudity. It truly was a sight that never got old. Despite having plenty of pictures and videos of every angle, they still recorded her every move. Emily walked down the hall on trembling legs. Her heart beating like a drum, she spied the bench that she saw the girl yesterday sitting on. It was empty for now, however, as Emily sat down a huge crowd gathered. She paused for a moment, contemplating this plan. Her whole body was blushing, especially her face as she stared into the cameras pointed at her. She sat with her knees together but as she started her plan, she slowly separated them and then lifted one foot onto the bench exposing her slightly wet pussy to the crowd. They waited wide eyed, each one of them with a smile stretching across their whole face. “Ummm,” Emily mumbled, too humiliated to get any words out. She hung her head for a moment as she tried to catch her breath. Almost hyperventilating, she forced herself to play the part ignoring all the humiliation she felt. She shot her head back up with a small smile on her face and spoke loud and clear, “Let’s get started.” One hand shot down to her privates, covering them for a moment before re-exposing them and leaving two fingers on her clit. The plan was to force herself to not be embarrassed and do everything she saw herself do in those videos but this time on her own free will. That was her plan to break the curse.

She couldn’t help but also stare at what she was doing. She watched herself masturbate in public, in front of a crowd of people. Every part of her body telling her to stop but she resisted and kept going. She lifted her other leg onto the bench as well, hanging her toes off the side, and widening the view for everyone. Her fingers still moving, she looked up at the crowd and met their gazes. She tried to look happy but it came off as more of a nervous smile than a genuine one. Cameras were going off every second, like she was some kind of celebrity or porn star. Focused intensely on the humiliation, Emily used her other hand to fondle her breasts. She had forced herself into the most humiliating situation possible and let the embarrassment wash over her. If this was what it took to break the curse then so be it. Emily shuffled a little on the bench, feeling more awkward and degraded than horny, she changed positions moving her legs up and putting her feet behind her head like she had done in the video and continued masturbating with two hands on her pussy, again, like she had done in the video. It felt like forever that she was masturbating but wasn’t truly getting off to it and at this point she was just hoping the bell would ring soon. Unfortunately, only one minute had passed, the bell wouldn’t ring for another four.

Time passed slowly for Emily but quickly for everyone else. The crowd was just inches away from her bald pussy and asshole. Suddenly, one hand reached in from the left and grabbed Emily's tit. Shocked, a wave came over Emily and she shuddered but managed to keep up with her plan. Then another hand came and grabbed her other boob, pulling fiercely on her nipple. The Smile had vanished from her face as she was trying to keep her composure, that is, if you consider masturbating in front of a crowd composed. She couldn’t even zone out the situation out of fear that she would lose control of herself again. With three minutes left till the bell, Emily moved her hands away from her vagina, and pushed the hands off her before quickly planting her feet back on the ground. The crowd, curious, waited for Emily to make another move. Emily, however, had planned on stopping right there. She was just gonna make an excuse and walk away but something stopped her. She managed to fight the humiliation and spoke up, speaking quietly she said, “umm… h-how about i do requests?” The shame of giving in and doing whatever they wanted was almost unbearable. She anxiously awaited a response but no one spoke up. She waited a few seconds before tauntingly saying, “No one has any ideas?” She felt a little at ease that no one spoke and that the crowd was somehow just as embarrassed to suggest anything than she was to do it. She almost started laughing but managed to keep it to a slight giggle that no one had the guts to speak up until a someone shouted out just one word, “SEX!”

Emily was taken back, at first she wasn’t sure what to do. How could she have sex right here? And with who? Her heart pounded, in her mind she considered herself a virgin still despite it being a little debatable. Could she really lose her virginity right here with everyone watching. She was shaking a little until she decided on a gamble. She lifted her legs back up, supporting them with her hands. With a smile she asked, “Who’s down?” She tried to put on her best confident face, waiting patiently for someone to say anything. But the crowd did not speak. Emily was about to crown herself victorious in this battle but just before she could say anything, someone planted their hands right next to her vagina. The boy bent down, bringing himself closer to her, and the crowd moved closer as well. Was he going to give her oral? She was beginning to panic and then felt him insert two fingers into her pussy and pull to the side, giving the cameras a shot of her pink insides. Emily closed her eyes tight and felt herself losing control. It felt like she was about to pass out before the sound of the bell ringing snapped her back to reality. She quickly pushed him away and stood up and then said, “sorry, gotta go,” before quickly rushing to her next class. The rest of the day was tough, after that, she couldn’t bring herself to try again but she knew the curse was still upon her. She felt defeated, and shamed as she walked to the library during her study hall when a short, fat man popped out from a door to her left.
“Emily! You're on a study period right?” It was one of the arts teachers, she had seen him before but didn’t know his name. She responded meekly.
“Y-yeah”
“Would you mind doing a little modeling for our class?” A dreadful thought for sure. She had lost the spirit to try her plan again but this was the perfect opportunity for redemption, all she had to do was pose. It sounded easy enough, so she agreed and walked in. She was shocked to see this wasn’t an art class per se, but a actually a photography class. The teacher had her stand behind a green screen at the end of the classroom. About twenty students watched in awe as the teacher explained what was going on and stressed that no pictures were allowed to leave this room, not like it mattered. They used expensive cameras, provided by the school, able to capture every inch of her in extreme detail. The teacher helped her get into a quick pose and soon the cameras started going off, a sight that she was quite used to. After a minute she switched poses to an even more compromising position, and then another and then another until she was basically showing off her privates specifically. Emily found herself lying face down on the green cloth, with her legs spread and students taking pictures of her pussy from behind. When they asked her to use her hands to spread her ass cheeks she complied begrudgingly. Not soon after that she said she needed to do some studying and left, only ten minutes into class.

She headed to the library before getting stopped again, this time by the gym teacher.
“Emily! Want to do some yoga with us?” Once again she agreed. She wasn’t shocked when the teacher asked her to be in front of the class with her. It was an all girls yoga class but she was shocked to see the girl from the bench yesterday also in front of the class, still naked today. She appeared to still not be in control of herself but she wanted to wait till after class to say anything. The teacher made a joke about the rest of the class going naked with them and Emily gave a courtesy laugh when the rest of the class didn’t and then watched awkwardly as the teacher made everyone at least take their socks off. It was funny how Emily had no problems at this point not hiding her nudity but everyone else was cautious to go barefoot during a yoga class. It was a typical yoga class, and the teacher made sure to do as many humiliating poses as she could think of. When class ended, Emily approached the other naked girl in the hall. She asked bluntly, “Did you see that bottle too?” The girl had a huge smile across her face, walking with her chest held out proud despite being quite flat chested with extraordinarily small nipples. The girl responded,
“Hmm… Oh yeah! I know what you’re talking about!” Just as Emily expected. Emily asked, “Then do you know what's going on?” The girl looked at Emily with her almost fake looking smile and responded with a quick, sharp “Nope!” Of course not. Emily slumped upon hearing the unhelpful answer but her ears perked back up when she heard her say, “Just be like me and you’ll be fine!” before skipping quickly to a bench and began giving the crowd another show. Everyone in the hall swarmed to her, leaving Emily alone for once with no one staring for the first time all week.

Emily thought about what the girl said. Her plan was right it seemed, she just needed to go all the way but she still couldn’t muster up the courage. Emily spent the rest of the day attempting to bring herself to try again but by the time she had mentally prepared herself the day was over. Last period ended and the halls filled up. Emily started walking back to the vp’s office to collect her clothes when on a last second decision, decided to take a seat on a nearby bench. The crowd gathered quickly and was intimidatingly large. With everyone's attention she asked the crowd, “One more time?” Everyone cheered her on like always. With a smile on her face, She said, “Okay, but this is the last time,” and then quickly launched her feet over her head and began the exhibition. That’s right, this would be the last time, Emily promised herself. With both hands she began to pleasure herself, planning to break free from the curse of that mysterious elixir. Despite everyone watching she kept going without a second thought, rubbing furiously to bring herself to an orgasm. But again she just couldn’t quite get off. She kept at it, trying to think as dirty as possible to maybe speed up the process but to no avail.

After a few minutes of pointless masturbation, a kid came to the front of the crowd with a dildo, still in the packaging. He said quickly that he bought it for her to use. With wide eyes, and no shame, Emily took the box, dropped her legs back down to their rightful position and tried to pull it open before handing it back and telling him to open it for her. Everyone watched, totally stunned, and anyone that didn’t have their phone out by now certainly did. The kid managed to open it and Emily lifted her legs back into the air and said, “Do it.” He stuck it in slowly, it was much longer than it looked and as it reached all the way in, Emily let out an accidental moan. The kid started moving it in and out, pretty quick and hard but despite all this Emily was determined to regain control of herself. There was no turning back now. With each thrust of it, Emily moaned a little more. Without even thinking, she called out to the crowd, “This is… ah.. your last chance to.. ah! .. get a feel!” In no time there was hands all over her. They groped her breasts, thighs, shoulders, feet and toes. Emily was starting to get sensory overload and just then someone started rubbing her clit. She had to stop herself from screaming from the oncoming orgasm. She felt it starting in her toes. Then someone stuck a finger up her ass. Emily lost feeling in her legs momentarily from the orgasm. She curled her toes, covered her mouth, and let out a huge moan that a teacher would have noticed had she not muffled. She lost control of herself in the best way possible. With juices flowing out she came mightily for the crowd, and not just once. They kept going and Emily let them as she had another orgasm. This one even stronger than the last. Her leg started shaking uncontrollably, and juices spilled out like a waterfall. This time the crowd backed off for a second as Emily took a moment to collect herself. She moved her hand away from her mouth to show off her genuine smile and gave a peace sign to all the filming cameras.

“Hey can someone clean this up?” She said, half jokingly to the crowd, while gesturing to the small puddle on the ground in front of the bench. She had finally done it. With this she should be freed from that curse. She remained in control of herself and gotten rid of her modesty. Although in the immediate afterglow of the orgasm, she may have taken it further than needed. Giving a series of poses to the cameras while someone wiped away the evidence. She licked her soles, sucked on her own nipple and even spread her pussy wide for the crowd despite not needing to. She made sure to give one last good view of everything before heading back to the vp’s office. She walked in at the same time that the other girl walked out, fully dressed, with a sad, humiliated face on instead of the big fake smile Emily was used to seeing.
“Ah, Emily, what did you think of the program?” The vp asked her as she walked in.
“Eh, it was okay.”
“Not too embarrassing, right? I don’t think it really has helped your tardiness but if you’d like to continue, you of course can.”
Emily took no time to think about it. “No thanks! I think I’ve had enough of it I think.”
“Well since you were the first to enter, we’d like some way to commemorate you. Maybe your picture on the wall?”
“Of me naked?”
“Yes or it can be clothed if you’d like.”
Emily thought for a moment, and then responded, “No I did some modeling for a photography class. You could get a bunch of good ones from them.”
“Hmm.. Yes I’ll have to ask them but how about a quick one here.” The vp had a camera on his desk. “Just stand up straight. Emily stood up straight, spreading her legs slightly, and stuck out her chest proudly to show off her tits in the photo, as well as her pussy. After that she got dressed, parted with the vp, and walked towards her bus.

On Monday, Emily showed up late, as usual. Posted on one the side bulletin boards was photos of her nudity. Turned out the vp talked to the art class and hung up about ten photos showing off every part of her, especially her privates. Anyone that walked in the front door would be greeted by the photos of Emily. The two photos, however, weren’t from the photography class. The first one was of Emily with the dildo inside her, with pure ecstasy on her face. The other one was of her giving the peace sign immediately after the orgasm. Had the teachers known the whole time about the “shows”? Every week more students were forced into the program, but none chose to have their pictures on the wall. One day Emily came in to see that girls photos below hers. Her flat chest, and small, tight body were displayed proudly, including photos of her having an orgasm. By the end of the year over fifty students had been part of the program but only six chose to have their pictures on the wall. They must have also seen the bottle. While Emily never joined the program again, she did become a bit of a nudist at home. She would come home and strip off everything before even getting to her room. Sometimes the thought of doing it for one more day crossed her mind but she never did. One the last day of school she got her chance. They wanted one collaborate picture of the six that had their pictures hung. However, each one of them declined.